The Way Between the Worlds

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Come to me! I need you!

The words brought me awake, shaking, trembling, sweat on my body although the night was chilly. I had been dreaming. It was the same dream; the one that had come to me twice already. Each time it had been more powerful; more frightening. This is what I dreamed. .

I am standing by water. I can hear it, but I cannot see it, for there is a thick, white mist that swirls up around me from the cold, moisture-soaked ground. I am in the fenland; that I know without a doubt. I was born in the fens and, until recently, spent my entire life there. This place of my dreams, however, is nowhere I recognize.

There is something out in the mist, something that terrifies me. .

When I first had the dream, I had no idea what it could be; it was shapeless, nameless. The second time, I sensed a being close by me, but whether it was human I could not say. This third time, I caught a glimpse of the horror that haunts me: I saw a dark figure, shadowed and ominous, indistinct save for its malice, which sought me out and drilled into me like an iron point.

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